Streams Of Whiskey - The John Peel Show, as Pogue Mahone, April 1984, Live

Last night as I slept, I dreamt I met with Behan
 I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day
 When questioned on his views on the crux of his life's philosophies
 He had but these few clear and simple words to say
 I am going, I am going
 Any which way the wind may be blowing
 I am going, I am going
 With streams of whiskey are flowing
 I have cursed, bled and sworn, jumped bail and landed up in jail
 Life has often tried to stretch me, but the rope always was slack
 And now that I've a pile, I'll go down to the Chelsea
 I'll walk in on my feet, but I'll leave there on my back
 Because I am going, I am going
 Any which way the wind may be blowing
 I am going, I am going
 Where streams of whiskey are flowing
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 Oh, the words that he spoke seemed the wisest of philosophies
 There's nothing ever gained by a wet thing called a tear
 When the world is too dark and I need the light inside of me
 I'll walk into a bar and drink 15 pints of beer
 Because I am going, I am going
 Any which way the wind may be blowing
 I am going, I am going
 Where the streams of whiskey are flowing
 I am going, I am going
 Any which way the wind may be blowing
 I am going, I am going
 Where streams of whiskey are flowing
 Where streams of whiskey are flowing
 Where streams of whiskey are flowing